on to pretend I’m not going to go off, but I want her to cum one more time while I’m in her.
Leaning back I stroke my thumb across her clit as I watch my cock disappear inside her pussy. She’s wet and so pink she looks like soft serve. I want to lick her again, but my cock is aching, and if I pull out now I might die.
She moans and her fingers join mine as we both rub her pussy to get her off. It’s sexy as fuck when she gives in to what she wants and my little perfect girl becomes a sexual goddess.
“Harder,” she whispers, but I hear it as if she’s yelled it at me.
I grunt and thrust forward, slamming into the island and forcing myself not to cum. She rubs her pussy faster and my cock sinks into her over and over. Her perfect tits bounce and I watch fixated as every cell in her body calls to me.
Her lips are parted and her eyes are closed as she’s lost in the passion. I’m thinking of all the ways I want to fuck her and every part of her I want to lick as my cock grows and becomes harder. How does she keep doing this to me? Every day I need her more than the last and somehow she understands that. She’s too good for me, but I’ll never let her go.
As if she’s reading my mind her body bends to my will and her climax hits. She cries out my name and it bounces off the walls of the kitchen. I keep thrusting as my own is triggered and thick waves of cum shoot out of me to fill her up. I can feel my cock lengthening to get it deeper inside her and she wiggles down on it so that she can take every inch. Our combined release is at the base of my cock and I rub it on her clit as the last of her orgasm quakes through her body.
It’s quick and intense, but that’s how we are.
Gently, I sit her up and hold her against my chest as I carry her to our bedroom while I stay inside her. I’m not ready to leave her warmth and I’m far from finished with fucking her dark clouds away.
“I love you,” I say, my cock heavy between my legs, and I move in and out of her.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads and closes her eyes once again, reaching for me.
Chapter 7
Blakely
The curtains are pulled back and the sun is already high in the sky. I’m cuddled in bed, but out of the corner of my eye I see my phone light up again, begging for attention. I lean up a little and look at it to see another Google alert has gone off. I sigh and fall back onto my pillow, ignoring it. I’m sure the story from last night is everywhere by now and will probably be the highlight over the next few weeks.
I look at his side of the bed and see it’s empty. I don’t remember falling asleep after I woke up with him inside me. The sex was urgent and hard like he was trying to brand me. But even after all of that, something is still wrong. I could feel it in his touch early this morning and I’m pretty sure I woke up once with him sitting in the chair next to the bed watching me.
Was my father right? Does Daniel see me as a piece of property? I’ve always thought the man is a little obsessed with me, but this is a whole new level. I sit up and take the sheet with me and wrap it around my body. I grab my cell phone to take a look at what the rest of the world is saying but instantly regret it when I begin to read it.
“I was wondering when you were going to get angry.” My head snaps up as Daniel steps into the bedroom. He only has on a pair of pants that I’m guessing he threw on when he rolled out of bed this morning. He doesn't look like he got much sleep.
“You can’t leave me.” His eyes meet mine in a challenge.
“I’m not scared of you. Try that look on someone else.” I drop my cell phone down onto the night stand with a loud thud, not caring if I cracked it. I wouldn't mind throwing the damn thing away